#fic: robert x aaron

[miley1442111]

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hi, i'm miley, i'm 18 and irish :)

send in requests for anyone from criminal minds, outerbanks, the bear, mcu, challengers, top gun, or hunger games but these are the main people I write for:

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[littlemissmentallyunstable]

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[escapingreality51]

into touch

robert takes a night to relax

Friday evening. Robert stared at the news and nursed a beer. A feature piece on Aaron’s Dingle’s career on repeat as the main story of the sports coverage. Robert let out a slow breath and then took a long sip of the beer, hoping it would dull whatever coursed through him. Inevitably, the coverage mentioned Robert himself. The warnings for foul-mouthing the refs, though it was a while since he’d done that. The bad reputation. The woman in the bathroom. The scandal. The heartbroken ex-fiancée. Robert clenched his fist. 

chapter 2 to be found here

[mariasont]

Please, Don't Prove 'Em Right - A.H

a/n: my girl sabrina can do no wrong and i have been listening to this song on repeat since it came out so i just absolutely needed to write a fic about it

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron hotchner is a busy man and he tends to disappoint you by missing important events

warnings: angst (sorry in advance), aaron is like not a great husband, reader is also an imperfect character, reader is a girl boss though

wc: 1.2k

You were in your best dress. More expensive than you'd ever think about buying for yourself, but it had been a gift from Aaron. You had fought him on it, scolding him for spending so much on a dress you were sure to only wear once. But he had insisted, telling you that this opportunity was once in a lifetime and that it would be a sin for it to not be celebrated with a dress that made you shine like a ruby.

He was right, partly, you were shining--glowing, sparkling, glittering--as you moved through the library. It was beautiful, to say the least--all opulence and history that was almost too much to absorb. The marble floors almost seemed to amplify the conversations around you, the clinking of glasses, the swish of overpriced gowns and tuxedos.

Your eyes settled on the tiered desks fitted with bronze reading lamps, now repurposed as a station for hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The circular arrangement of desks, once centered around knowledge, now facilitated hushed gossip and the discreet laughter of society's finest.

You could almost hear what they were thinking: there she is again without her husband, that poor thing always by herself, and your personal favorite—does he even exist?

You wanted to be angry, to scold their prying eyes, for putting their noses into something that had nothing to do with them whatsoever. But could you really blame them? Every event you attended you told the same story--my husband is a busy man with an important job--a line you had grown tired of repeating. 

And that was all true. He devoted most of his time to saving lives--how could you find fault in that? How could you complain to having a husband whose very essence was self-sacrifice and heroism?

This evening was set to be an exception; he was in New York for a case, and the Pulitzer Prize ceremony was not something he would miss. He had given you his word.

You understood his passion for his job, completely, because you held that same passion for your own. You dedicated years of your life to your journalism, investigating corruption at its highest levels. This is exactly how you ended up here tonight, nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for that very work. A Pulitzer Prize.

The term once seemed like a fantastical concept to you, a lofty accolade reserved for the likes of JFK, Bob Dylan, Robert Frost--icons, not someone as ordinary as you. Yet, against all odds, you find yourself among the select few, a nominee for an honor that has only been won by 1,512 individuals since 1917, a fact Spencer had supplied you with.

Someone was speaking to you, saying your name. Almost without thinking, your hand found a flute of champagne, taking a generous sip before turning to face them.

"You look stunning, and a well-deserved congratulations are in order. Everyone back at the office is cheering for you." It was your boss, her stilettos adding inches to her already imposing frame.

The flattery didn't quite mask her usual coldness, it was all too artificial. She wasn't your biggest fan, and she had made that clear from your first day. Still, you mustered a smile and thanked her anyway, taking another sip of champagne, hoping to drown away her nauseating voice.

"It's too bad your husband couldn't be here," she began, and you had to resist the urge to rip out her extensions. "This is an incredible accomplishment, but he's quite the busy man, as you say."

"Yes, he is busy, but he'll be here tonight," you replied, flashing her your best smile as you smoothed the red fabric that suddenly felt too tight. "He's actually here in New York on a case."

"Oh, how great. I can't wait to put a face to the name." You could tell by the look she shot her own husband that she didn't believe a word from your mouth. "Anyway, I have to go speak with an academy representative, but I'll see you and your husband at the ceremony?"

You responded with a nod, not dignifying her with words as she left, her giggles a bitter sound. You hated her. And you were ready to make her eat her words when your husband, who looked absolutely incredibly in a suit, showed up.

But then it was dinner, and you found yourself alone, surrounded by a table of important people whose names you couldn't remember. The seat beside you was empty and suddenly that omnipotent, cloud-nine feeling you had vanished with the time that passed.

The text you sent piled up, feeling a little juvenile, like you were back in high school again getting stood up at prom.

Let me know when you're close!

Is everything going okay?

Call me if you can.

An onslaught of anxious thoughts skyrocketed around your mind as you mechanically chewed the fancy food that only seemed to upset your stomach further. What if something happened? Was he okay? Did the case go wrong? Did he get in a car accident on the way here?

You were a bundle of nerves, gnawing on the inside of your mouth as your heel tapped up and down against the floor. But this wasn't borne from concern for his well-being; deep down, you were certain he was fine. The truth was simpler and sharper: he wasn't coming.

You should have been prepared, should have braced for this, but you were convinced that this time, this occasion would be an exception.

You name was being called, but this time not by someone wanting to extract prying information or stir speculation, no, this time it was carried across the crowed, wrapped in the microphone's static hum.

Your head snapped up, fingers ceasing their fidgeting as you struggled to mask the shock and avoid the gaping, breathless look of a fish out of water.

You had won.

People were clapped, but it seemed far away as you made your way to the stage, hands coming from all directions to offer pats on the back and handshakes of congratulations.

You had won.

Your feet were carrying you up a small set of stairs. You were trying to remember how to walk--left, right, heel, toe. There was a bright light on you now, prompting a slight squint and you worked to keep a smile on your face as you accepted the award.

You had to be dreaming. Had to be. There was no other explanation.

You were on display now, under the intense stage lights. Your body was on autopilot, stepping behind the podium, words flowing out of your mouth--a speech you had rehearsed over and over again in the slim chance that you would win. And here you are.

But the more you spoke the more you seemed to deviate from the script.

You paused, voice catching as you tried your best not to let the tears fall--your makeup was too pristine for smears.

"But tonight, as I accept this honor, I am reminded that while we may seek comfort in the presence of others, our truest strength comes from within." Your eyes dart around the audience, clinging to the slim chance he's there, that he showed up. "It comes from knowing that when we step into the moment, we step in with conviction, with passion, and sometimes, with a singularity that says we are enough."

The final words of your speech hang in the air, a brittle hope that disappears as quickly as it surfaced. He proved them right, and no amount of applause can drown out the sound of your heart breaking just a little.

part 2

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General/Unit:

Charlie Daltons Annuel Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween Edition Diner Days Everything Falls Apart Study Session Repercussions Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Neil Perry:

Music of the Night Why'd I Guess the Ending? Anywhere... Just Not Home Happiness Here For You A Quiet Moment Everyone But You

Todd Anderson:

Favorite Poet Surprise Cuddle Sessions Friday Night Fun, Monday Meetings

Steven Meeks: Of Little Love Poems, Secret Admirers and Anonymous Notes

Charlie Dalton:

Friends to Lovers Hcs

Gerard Pitts: None yet

Richard Cameron: None yet

Knox Overstreet: None Yet

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Being the Fourth Curtis Brother HCs Thanksgiving Special '24

Dallas Winston:

Never Fall In Love Again No Matter What Ghost Stories Late Nights By The Fire Oh How The Turn Tables People Watching Whumptober '24 Day Twenty

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Golden Too Old? Yeah Right! Meltdown Soda x theaterkid!reader

Two Bit Mathews:

I'll Try Too Old? Yeah Right! Spooky-est Place On Earth

Darry Curtis:

Pumpkin Spice Everything Hot Tea Heals The Soul Morning Routines Whumptober '24 Day Two Whumptober '24 Day Twenty Three

Johnny Cade:

Protective Cool, Calm, and Collected-- Until He Smiles

Steve Randle:

1955 Chevy Delray

Polyam Jally:

Take Me Back to the Night We Met

Polyam Dallypop:

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

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Top Gun: Maverick:

General/Unit:None Yet

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw:

Whumptober '24 Day Nine

Jake 'Hangman' Sersin: None Yet

Javy 'Coyote' Machado:None Yet

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace: None Yet

Robert 'Bob' Floyd:

Whumptober '24 Day One Thanksgiving Special '24

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia: None Yet

Ruben 'Payback' Fitch: None Yet

Polyam Hangster: None Yet

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The Bear:

Carmen Berzatto: None yet

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Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby:

Can't Sleep? Whumptober '24 Day Five Get Some Rest Soft Nights Ghost of His Lips Bitter Goodbye

Arthur Shelby: None yet

John Shelby:

Whumptober '24 Day Seven

Lizzie Stark/Shebly: None yet

Alfie Solomons:

Interrupted Date Nights Lost Words Win Win Much Ado About Nothing Whumptober '24 Day Six Whumptober '24 Day Ten Whumptober '24 Day Eighteen Whumptober '24 Day Twenty Two Tired... "You know I have no problem with either." New Year, Same Us

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Stubborn

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[khxna]

Hiii, I've been on tumblr for about a now and throughout this time have been building a huuuge ass notes file full of my fav fics. Mostly Criminal minds ones but also some House MD ones. I've wanted to make recommendation lists for a while but wasn't sure if anyone would actually be interested. Long story short I just want to know if anyone would be interested in rec lists and what kind of fics you would want to see in them. 💗

*other characters I could do: Aaron Hotchnner, Greg House, James Wilson, Robert Chase (maybe)

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

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ValenFics 2025

Ooo! Are you ready for some loving? Because I know I am. Fourteen Fics, fourteen days, and fourteen different couplings. Get ready to feel the love this month!

Cupid (February 1st) Bernard the Elf

Now we all know that Cupid’s arrows do not work on legendary figures. What about legendary adjacent?

Letters (February 2nd) Poly! Gambit x Rogue

When the three are sent off to various missions near Valentine’s Day, Rogue proposes a very interesting proposition to cure their blues.

Puppy Love (February 3rd) James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

Bucky was a skirt chaser in the 40’s; this is just a fact. Bet you never heard this tale from the era though.

Date Night (February 4th) Robert “Bob” Floyd

Finally, coming home after a long day away, all Bob wants is the simple things in life.

XOXO (February 5th) Spencer Reid

You thought Spencer knew an absurd amount of Halloween trivia? Oh, be prepared for this.

Candy Hearts (February 6th) David Loki

Having a lover at home that packs lunches for him is always sweet. And there are, sometimes, extra sweets involved.

Chocolates (February 7th) Eddie Brock/ Venom

Oh, the joys of introducing new foods to an alien symbiote who only wants brains.

Roses (February 8th) Logan Howlett/ Wolverine

There is only one person in the world that James Logan Howlett is soft for. Anyone else who finds out, very quickly learns not to blab.

Single Awareness Day (February 9th) Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Another year of failed romance leads to a night at the bar with her best friend.

Love (February 10th) Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Getting orders that you are to be shipping out at 0600 on February 14th is never good. Thankfully, there is a certain someone with a trick up her sleeve.

Card (February 11th) Eddie Munson

Why must candy-grams be a thing? What purpose do they serve? Why do people think it’s okay to deal them out to students who use them to rub it in each other’s faces?

Kiss (February 12th) Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard

A ghoul and a normie walk into a bar…

Hearts (February 13th) Aaron Hotchner

A simple note that makes all the difference.

Be My Valentine? (February 14th) Nick Burkhardt

Rational thought would tell you not to mess with a woman with a gun. But Nick has, apparently, thrown that out the window.

[sequinsmile-x]

Hey! Love the new fic!!

But it got me thinking of a prompt where Hotch and Em are together, they haven’t said I love you and then Hotch gets hurts and Em starts pulling away from him and distances herself because of how scared she was that she was going to lose him, maybe Rossi acts as the go between for a while because Em can’t bring herself to see him and then they end up fighting and confessing that they love each other in the fight…

Up to you if you want to use the prompt😅 By the way I love your fics!!!

hiii bestie!!

First off, thank you so much <3 I am so pleased you enjoy my fics. It means the world <3

and I hope you enjoy this!

-x-

The Waiting Game

Their jobs were difficult and they faced death more often than most people, but this was the first time she could have genuinely lost him since they got together and she hates it. 

For a moment, a very brief moment, she hates him for it too.

-x-

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Brief, non descriptive, mentions of injury

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“I don’t like this idea.” 

Emily crosses her arms over her chest, the movement pushing her bulletproof vest even tighter into her sternum, providing an odd sense of relief to her rising anxiety. She feels the rest of the team all looking at her, their eyebrows raised as she’s the only one to disagree with the course of action. 

It was a local case, something she’d found herself grateful for early that morning when she was woken up by a call from Penelope. Torn from sleep and the comfort of Aaron’s arms because of a hostage situation at George Washington University Hospital. The unsub, a man they now knew to be called Robert Johnson, had walked into the ER as dawn broke, having killed the security guards before they had a chance to stop him, demanding to see the doctors he believed were responsible for killing his wife just a month prior. 

They’d been called in to negotiate with him, something that, so far, had not been going particularly well. He was on the edge, truly believing he had nothing else to lose, and Emily knew they were only an hour or so away from the FBI making the decision to allow SWAT to take him out. Something they all wanted to avoid - the chance of Johnson going down without taking more casualties with him, people who’d had the unlucky misfortune to go to the ER as he attempted to carry out a twisted sense of revenge. 

In their last contact with him, Johnson had demanded to speak to one of them - the person in charge - face to face. Aaron was the person who had spoken to him so far, so had deemed that it made the most sense for him to go in because of that and as the Unit Chief. The thought of it, of the man she loved walking into a situation where he would be unarmed, makes her breath catch in her chest. 

They’d been together for three months. Their friendship, and the support he offered her after her return from Paris, turning into more than she could have ever hoped for. She loved him, and she knew he loved her. 

They just hadn’t said it to each other yet. 

“Prentiss, it’s the only way,” Dave says, his hands on his hips as he tries to reason with her, “You know that.” 

She scoffs, “What I know is we are talking about sending him into a situation we have no eyes on, unarmed.” 

“Emily-”

“Would you be worried about it if you weren’t sleeping together?” Derek asks, cutting off Aaron’s attempt to placate her. The way he says it makes Emily tense, irritation flooding her veins as she clenches her jaw. 

They had told the team a week ago, and she knew they were still adjusting to the thought of them together. Derek, as anticipated, had taken the news the worst out of all of them. He hated any kind of change, anything that could threaten their dynamic, and she knew she was still trying to get back into a steady place with her friendship with him after she’d come back from the dead. 

“I’d be saying this if it was any of us,” she clarifies, her stare telling him how she felt about the way he minimised her relationship. She turns back to Aaron and clears her throat, “I don’t think it’s a good option.” 

He steps towards her, getting as close as he would allow himself in a work setting, and the scent of his cologne washes over her, providing a brief flash of comfort. 

“I’d agree if it wasn’t out only one,” he says, his eyes meeting hers, and they have a silent conversation. A moment where it’s just the two of them, as if they were back in his apartment or hers, not standing in the make-shift briefing centre that had been set up in the hospital’s parking lot. She knows he needs her support, and despite the fear clogging her lungs she knows he is right. This was their only option. So she nods, sharp and short and he flashes a smile at her before he turns to the others, “Dave, I need you to take point out here,” he says, waiting for agreement before he looks at Derek, “Morgan, I need you to make sure no one follows me in,” he says, and she can feel all eyes on her, “No matter what happens.”

Derek nods, “Yes, Sir.” 

Emily has to stop herself from rolling her eyes, and she waits until Aaron steps past her until she calls for him, his first name escaping past her lips in a way she can’t control. He looks at her, his eyebrow raised in expectation, and for a moment she considers telling him. She considers letting out the three little words that had seemed so big even just that morning, but she stops herself. Not wanting the first time she says it to be in front of their friends and other agents she doesn’t know. Instead, she clears her throat, pushing the declaration back down. 

“Stay safe, ok?” 

He nods, a flicker of something across his face that lets her know he knew what she was about to say, and he turns and walks towards the hospital. 

The time he’s in there drags. Minutes feeling like hours as her eyes remain fixed on the entrance he’d walked into, the cuticles on her thumbs picked apart as the sense of dread in her stomach only gets worse. 

She’s not sure how much time has actually passed since he disappeared from her sight when she hears the gunshot. For a second, everything slows down around her. The rest of the team jumps into action as the noise becomes static around her. She steps forward, ready to run towards the hospital, towards him, but is stopped as arms wrap around her waist, holding her back. Time speeds back up as her back collides with Derek’s chest, and it’s enough to knock the wind out of her but not to stop her from fighting against him.

“Let me go, Derek,” she seethes, trying to no avail to push his arms off of her, struggling as he lifts her with ease, her feet leaving the ground, “Fucking put me down.”

“I can’t do that, Princess,” he says, his voice filled with more sympathy than she can take, “I told him I’d keep you out here.” She sags against him, the fight seeping out of her as they watch SWAT storm the building, “He’ll be ok, it’s Hotch. It takes more than a guy who has gone off the deep end with a gun to take him out.”

She keeps her eyes fixed on the hospital entrance, and she wished more than anything that she could believe him.

___

He makes it out with nothing more than a headwound. It was something he’d got in his, successful, attempt to get the gun out of Johnson’s hands. 

Instead of relief when she sees him walk out of the hospital with blood on his forehead and the gun in his hand, she feels anger. Fury directed towards him for making her feel this way. For making her love him and then have to deal with the prospect of losing him. It’s absurd and she knows it. Their jobs were difficult and they faced death more often than most people, but this was the first time she could have genuinely lost him since they got together and she hates it. 

For a moment, a very brief moment, she hates him for it too. 

She leaves as soon as she can, heading back to her apartment alone because she isn’t sure if she wants to yell at him or kiss him. Or both. And she knows she needs time to get her head around it. Dave texts her to let her know Aaron has had stitches, done by the nurse whose life he had saved, and that he’s been discharged from the hospital. She replies to that text, but ignores Aaron’s, something she knows is unfair but does anyway. 

She’s towel drying her hair from her shower, the water almost scalding so she can feel something other than the fear she still couldn’t shake off, standing in her bathroom wearing one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, when there is a knock at her front door. She sighs as she throws the towel in the hamper before she heads for the door, she rolls her eyes as she looks through the peephole and sees Aaron standing on the other side. She gives herself a moment and blows out a steady breath before she pulls the door open, their eyes immediately meeting. 

“You have a key,” she says instead of greeting him, not stepping back yet to let him in. 

“I didn’t know if I’d be welcome to use it,” he replies, his hands in his pockets, and she looks up at his forehead, the bright white bandage standing out against his skin enough to make her chest seize. She steps back to give him enough room to walk in and then closes and locks the door behind him, well aware that now he was here he would be spending the night. 

Despite her anger, she didn’t want to let him go. 

“And yet you still showed up anyway.” 

“At first I thought maybe you’d lost your phone,” he says, raising an eyebrow at her, “But then Dave said you were responding to him.”

She looks down at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest as she avoids eye contact, “I…I just needed some time.” It sounds pathetic as she says it outloud and she shakes her head at herself, scoffing before she lifts her head. He’s closer than he was before, only a couple of paces away now. She can smell the antiseptic from the hospital instead of his cologne and it turns her stomach, a stark reality of what she could have lost today, “You put yourself in danger today.” 

“Em-” He sighs and reaches out for her, his fingers skimming over her arm before she ducks out of the way, stepping past him to give herself some more room. 

“No,” she demands, cutting him off as she turns to face him, “You walked in there without a weapon. You could have been killed.” 

She wonders what she must look like, standing in front of him with damp hair wearing one of his old Beatles t-shirts that almost entirely covers her sleep shorts, a wild look in her eyes that only he could draw out of her. 

“I was doing my job,” he says, not rising to the bait, not engaging in the argument she so clearly wanted, and it makes her even more furious. Her body burning with anger she can’t explain. 

“You could have been shot,” she seethes, “I…I thought…” the anger seeps from her, extinguished by the fear, the preemptive grief she’d felt as Derek held her back returning with full force, “When I heard that gunshot I thought you were dead.” 

The admission hangs between them for a moment before he steps forward again, a gentleness to his movements that she wasn’t used to, as if he was approaching a wild animal. She jumps a little when he touches her cheek but she doesn’t pull back. His hand drifts, hooking a finger under her chin to make her look at him. Their eyes meet and she feels her resolve snap, everything that she’d been holding back for weeks, for months, for years, escaping from the box she’d locked them in. 

“I love you,” she says, “I love you so much it hurts and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,”  shaking her head as she laughs humourlessly, “And that makes me furious.” 

“Sweetheart-”

“I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you. I’ve never loved anyone so much…” She drifts off, having to force out a shaky breath as her lower lip trembles, “It would destroy me, Aaron.” 

He waits a moment before he pulls her into a hug, his fingers tangling with her damp hair as she breathes him in, her face pressed against his chest. 

“I love you too, Emily,” he says, and she feels the rumble of the admission in his chest, how it catches on every rib, and she pulls back to look at him, her eyes shining, “I love you so much and losing you would…” he drifts off, as if unsure if he should say what he was going to say next before he carries on, “I don’t have to imagine too hard to know what it would be like to bury you, sweetheart.” 

She sighs and shakes her head, guilt stealing her breath, “Aaron-”

“I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty, baby,” he says, pulling her impossibly closer, “I’m saying it because I know what it’s like to lose someone you love like that and it’s awful. The worst thing you can go through. And after Haley, I told myself I wouldn’t do it again. And then you happened,” he says, and she presses her lips into a firm line, suppressing a smile that felt inappropriate, “And I wouldn’t give you, us, up for anything.” 

She bites her lip, searching his eyes for any hint that he’s lying, and she doesn’t find anything, “How do you bear it?” 

He sighs, and his hand drifts down to rest on her lower back, the space there as if it had been made for his palm, “I guess knowing that the love is worth anything that comes after it.” 

She does smile this time, choking on a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and she nods, “I can live with that.”

He smiles and leans forward to kiss her, the stamp of his lips against hers soft and full of promise. When he pulls back he’s still smiling, his fingers back in her damp hair “I was going to suggest a shower, but I can see you beat me to it.” 

She smiles wryly at him, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers as she drags him towards the bathroom. He follows her willingly, laughing when she disconnects from him and pulls off the t-shirt she was wearing, throwing it at him as she enters her bathroom. She turns and winks at him.

“I can always be convinced to shower with the man I love.” 

-x-

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GUIDELINES & FANDOMS

WILL NOT WRITE* scat (coprophagia), piss (urolagnia), extreme bdsm, age gaps where one is a minor, rpf (real person fic), pedophilia/hebephilia, rape/sa, abuse/domestic violence, self-harm, suicide, incest, bestiality, aged up (if the character is a minor in canon, i will not write nsfw about them even if i age them up to be 18+), and anything else i feel uncomfortable writing about.

WILL WRITE angst, fluff, smut, x reader, character x character, headcanons/nsfw alphabets, age gaps (where both are consenting adults), dom/sub, rough themes, biting, spanking, praise/degradation kinks, bdsm themes, anything that isn't in the "will not write" section**.

PLEASE SPECIFY IF you want reader to be a specific gender/race, if you want character x reader to be platonic or romantic.

i reserve the right to decline any request that includes elements from the "will not write" section/makes me uncomfortable. this does not mean that you should be discouraged from sending requests in the future of course!

*the only elements that are included in this section that i could write about for angst or h/c purposes are: self-harm, sa, abuse. this does not mean that i endorse or encourage this behaviour and depictions will never be graphic, only discussed/implied. **in case a specific element is not included in either of the sections, feel free to ask about it in the ask box!

please do not spam my ask box! do not send your requests through dms or send in a request while they are closed; if you do, i will not take your request. please don't send in a request that you have already sent to another writer, it's incredibly rude.

if you made it to the end and agree to all of these terms, please include a potted plant emoji in with your request, thank you !!

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ CRIMINAL MINDS ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for : spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, emily prentiss, elle greenaway, penelope garcia, luke alvez

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ MARVEL ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for : bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, wanda maximoff, miguel o'hara, miles morales (sfw only), peter parker (sfw only)

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for : shōta aizawa, katsuki bakugō (sfw only), izuku midoriya (sfw only), shōto todoroki (sfw only), denki kaminari (sfw only), mina ashido (sfw only), momo yaoyorozu (sfw only), ochako uraraka (sfw only)

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ TOP GUN ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for: pete "maverick" mitchell, bradley "rooster" bradshaw, jake "hangman" seresin, natasha "phoenix" trace, robert "bob" floyd

✧ ౨ৎ ꒰ MISCELLANEOUS ꒱ ⊹ ⁺ — currently writing for: carmen berzatto, mike schmidt, link (botw/totk; sfw only), zelda (botw/totk; sfw only)

[madroxed]

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

i was tagged by @doreyg 💖

most hits: unsurprisingly it's then you'll wake up (shadowhunters, simon/raphael).

second most kudos: also unsurprisingly it's your left hand man (shadowhunters, simon/raphael). 2016 saphael fandom, boy do i miss you.

third most comments: we're completing the trifecta of 2016 saphael hits with pocketful of sunshine (shadowhunters, simon/raphael).

fourth most bookmarks: for something different, it's sighs in my sleep (that '70s show, jackie/hyde). it always blows me away how well this fic was received given how far post-show it was written and that it's about unplanned pregnancy, but i'm glad people like it.

fifth most words: i'm not known for my long fic so this could have been anything, but at just over 7k we have like a long way gone (emmerdale, robert/aaron), my entirely self-indulgent fic about therapy and diy.

least words: at a teeny tiny 282 words it's loved like an ace (x-men: first class, alex/darwin) which would have been from an old comment ficathon over on lj. i'm also realising that my three shortest fics are all comic ones because i always wish i could write long fic for comics but alas.

tagging: @thisissirius, @shanastoryteller, and @lafaerie.

[enchantedsugden]

hello, hello, just wanted to come on here to keep up with my annual tradition.

here are the fics i've written over the past year

robert x aaron

all's well that ends well to end up with you

a little more time with you

(and out of all these things i've done) i think i love you better now

had a feeling so peculiar (that this pain wouldn't be for evermore)

alex x henry

most of the game is unfamiliar

[beautifulhigh]

20 Questions aka. Oversharing on the Internet version 92840938. Plus one?

Thank you for for tagging me @welcometololaland. Even though I suck at tag games and answering asks...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

77.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

952,168. Pretty sure the next fic is going to top the million mark when (if) it finally goes up.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment? 911: Lone Star & Red White and Royal Blue

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness (RWRB). My newest fic and clearly posted at the right time to ride the wave!

Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies (Lone Star) My post-Sadie fic. I really liked getting to play about with the narrative structure in this one

The tender things are those we fold away (Lone Star) Only Fans fic, my beloved.

But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep (Lone Star) My first Tarlos fic. Written before Gwyn's sudden death and she had a starring role at the start of it. And then I did something similar with Gabriel for my last one. I swear I will never heavily feature any recurring character again.

Want (Emmerdale) Come back to the Dales, Hawley you coward.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to 99% of them - hard to come up with a response to a comment that you know someone just cuts and pastes onto all fics they read. (I am grateful for all comments but still...) You took the time to read and leave me a comment, I'm going to acknowledge that.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to go with Rumours (Emmerdale) for this. Because while they both die at the end (no reference intended to the book!) there is a whole life for Aaron and Robert before that moment comes.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of them? It's all varying degrees of happiness because it depends what has happened to them in the meantime. But it all comes out in the wash.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I once wrote a fic in which I had characters explain why they couldn't take a particular course of action, and I had comments like "this is stupid, why don't they just do x?" which says more about their lack of reading skills. Other than that, not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but it's more about the feels than the actions.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've never written one, simply because it feels a little too much like crossing the streams. Unless they are canonically in the same 'verse my muse refuses to even consider it. She's a sucker for rules like that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone translated a Glee fic of mine into Russian (I think? It was a cyrillic language, I remember that) but I am always open to it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I did a dual narrative fic once and that was great fun.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Don't make me choose between my babies. I can't.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Tarlos WiP and a Firstprince WiP and I want to finish them both.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I plan. I have pages and pages of planning and research and scribbled lines of dialogue and prose. I know exactly where I'm going with my stories and so the ending always pulls together the strands in the story. There are always hints and clues as to where I'm going, you just gotta pay attention.

(It's OK if you don't. It's rare someone comments on what is supposed to be a throwaway line and wonder why it's in there. Hint: it's because it's not throwaway.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

More of a weakness for me I think - but consistency. I am a feast or famine writer. I knock out a fic in a week (Only Fans) or I have to drag it kicking and screaming from its coccoon of bedsheets (bank fic)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I need to do it then I am putting out pleas on Tumblr for a native speaker to translate the line for me

19. First fandom you wrote for?

"...I plead the 5th."

^ what she said

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Don't make me choose between my babies.

I am super later to this so open tag!